My King (Two Prince's Book 1) Read Free Page B

and now he’s going to call me names?
    Oh fuck no.
    I do not think so!
    I give the door a good hard shove, really putting my weight into it.
    It doesn’t even move a freaking inch, which kind of freaks me out more but damn if I’m not too mad to really let this sink in before it’s me that leans closer to him .
    “Listen Sunglasses, this is all a misunderstanding,” I tell him, “You have the wrong apartment. That’s on you, not me. I would appreciate it if you got your foot the fuck out of my door and then got yourself the fuck out of here. Then, I suggest you get yourself a toothbrush because your breath is rancid, r-a-n-c-i-d,” too into my rant, spelling out words for him, words he probably didn’t know how to spell before I decided to educate him, I missed it when his body became stiff and his hands, that, up until then, had been loose at his sides, balled into fists. “Rancid. Now, please, it’s time for you to-“
    One second I’m bitching at him, really getting into the subject, doing a great job of giving him a piece of my mind, something I would not have done before I started working at Lush, and the next second, I’m literally flying backwards through the air.
    On e handed, he shoves the door open with so much force that when it slams into me it sends me up, off of my feet, flying backwards through the air.
    My arms uselessly windmill at my sides. My legs kick out at nothing but air and blank space.
    I hit the wall with a sickening thud, my head bouncing off of it with a loud crack!
    I crumple to the ground in a heap, my breath knocked clean out of me. I can feel my mouth slowly filling with blood, from where I bit the inside of my cheek when my head bounced off the wall.
    Out of sheer preservation I curl in on myself, my side and hip screaming out at me in protest as I do so, but I don’t stop. For some reason I cannot explain I feel like I need to wrap my arms around myself. Perhaps it’s the only thing my subconscious can drum up to protect myself from that asshole.
    I blink.
    And blink again.
    My vision is blurry and I’m seeing spots. I try to shake my head to clear it but it only ends up causing more pain to shoot through my head. I whimper and squeeze my arms tighter around my midsection. It’s the only part of my body that isn’t screaming out at me in pain, seemingly the safest place on my body at the moment to touch.
    Suddenly my hair is being wrenched painfully and my head jerks backwards at an unnatural angle. I cry out in pain thrashing my arms out in agony as I’m forced to uncurl my body from the protective ball that I was curled into.
    I find myself on my back.
    He has an unyielding death grip on my hair.
    My body aches all over.
    Tears and snot are streaming uncontrollably down my face.
    Black snakes across the edge of my vision.
    I can’t stop myself from wondering why me? What did I do ever do to deserve this sort of mistreatment? I could think of no reasons why. Up until I acquired my job at Lush I’d lived my entire life without ever even being rude to another human being.
    He leans down into me, his rotting breath wafting across my face.
    I gag.
    “You stupid, stupid little girl. You should have just told me where he was. This could have gone so much easier for you,” he spits down at me with a sneer on his ugly face.
    “I-I don’t know-” I manage to stammer out before he pulls harder on my hair, essentially cutting me off.
    “You lie.” He snarls in my face. “I can smell him. His scent is all around you, all over this place. He’s been here. And recently. Him, and another.”
    I try to shake my head because I honestly have no idea what or who he’s talking about, but my head barely ends up moving an inch before he tightens his grip even further and I find myself crying out in agony once again.
    I hold myself completely still trying not to sob. All the while useless tears continue to fall from my eyes raining down on my face.
    He puts his face, already too